7 models, 1 shoot. All in an abandoned slaughterhouse. Let me start from the beginning.

Today I found out what happens to geology nerds when they get rich.

Today I went to the Chatfield Farms. Surprisingly one of the only destinations in the Denver metropolitan area I’ve never been to. And I got in after hours…

You know you’re in the South when you’re climbing a giant rock to see the view.

Today I decided to go old school. And by that I mean I met up with an ex from University.

Fuck it. I’m not in the mood for a blog post today.

Ah, yes the tale of the reincarnated moth. Today’s adventure was a bit strange.

Today’s shoot was a lesson in precision cropping and composition. Everything in this photo is intentional, down to the most minute details.

Dog Slaughter Falls. Yes, that is actually what it is called. And rumor has it, these waterfalls I took photos of today have a dark history.

The time has come for me to talk about the elephant in the room. Where’s Haley?

Let’s just say this adventure wasn’t pretty. 

I’m gonna keep this one short and sweet because if I’m being honest, not a lot happened on this shoot. Besides the fact that I almost messed up. Majorly.

First, I must warn you. For once, my photography advice is wholesome. After all, I’m a grown up now, and I realized that if you want something in life, you have to learn how to work the system a bit.

Phew, what a day… Haven’t had a proper rainstorm shoot in a loooong time. This one was everything I dreamed it could be and more.

Holy shit. I can’t believe I’ve made it to 500 adventures. Truly a mind-bending accomplishment, when you realize I started photography back in 2018. That’s approximately one adventure every 3.2 days for four and a half years straight- while working full-time.

I need to get my shit together. For the fourth time in three years of living on the road, I ran out of gas. And this time it was in the middle of rural Tennessee.

Today’s adventure starts with a little bit of a bang. Or should a big bang… There were intoxicated people involved.

It was one of those days, folks. You show up to a seemingly epic waterfall only to find sprinkles. But hey, we’re prevailing no matter what.

Today we visited Machine Falls, which might be the most badass name for a waterfall I’ve ever heard.

Today’s probably going to be the closest you’ll ever see me get to sports photography.